Throw It Back

Loving my style She bout that bag A bit to real A bit to fast yeah Shawty know wassup For this round on me Bottles up Keep it real with a G She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Yeah aye aye aye Party at the crib till the am Sipped a couple bottles Be that feeling gettin faded It ain't even friday Everyday Feel like a payday I Can't help she wanna Throw It back for real a nigga Down for A real Hitta Super Model Bad Way she throw them heels on Got a physique like her momma Be them genes on her Drip wet got a n**** Wanna sip from it She say daddy omg When put that wood on her From the left To the side Buss it down Suicide From the right Get it shawty All nighter Till the am from the South side Loving my style She bout that bag A bit to real A bit to fast yeah Shawty know wassup For this round on me Bottles up Keep it real with a G She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Yeah aye aye aye Gucci slides white t in tommy hilfiger Times member riding round In that monte carlo Straight hunnits Cross the board Never had a problem Dumb stupid go retarded Be that money callin For they be preying on your down fall That's a no no For everybody not Gone shine with you Shawty no doubt For they ain't there to really Ride with you Ride with you For the win we Ain't worried bout you For the win we ain't worried about you For the win we ain't worried about you Loving my style She bout that bag A bit to real A bit to fast yeah Shawty know wassup For this round on me Bottles up Keep it real with a G She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Throw it back She gone throw it back Yeah aye aye aye